Mr. Potato Head

The poor Mr. Potato Head
Is tortured every day.
He’s amputated back and forth
In what they term as “play”.
Appendages go in and out,
They even take his hat.
And crueler yet, if so inclined,
They’ll take him up to bat.
His black mustache and big red nose
Are plucked with joyful glee.
What brought about this punishment
Is mystery to me.
But one thing that they never do,
They never peel his skin,
And though he may not look like much
He’ll always have his chin.